Sons and Daughters....With the same eyes as me the same fearing frame ....

We can try and disguise compromise rights and I know what you're thinking we wear the same dress, the same colours right, Is this what suits our weakened pride? how do I know cos you're my blood with the kinks and wires like me, the same fearing frame, we can run and hide, see the signs, call to no-one, taste with the same tongue, swelling up inside we can speak and resign, what's yours is mine blood....